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[claritys-silly-things]

Ermm wth is this gang

“C‘mere. Kiss me.”

Marcia looked up from her magazine, staring at Cherry.

“W-what now?”

Cherry looked over at Marcia from her desk. “Oh sorry. Wasn’t talking to you, hon. Just a scene from a movie that’s been stuck in my head all day,” Cherry chuckled, waving her hand dismissively. “You can go back to your magazine.”

Marcia was too distracted to go back to that now. She stood up, hovering behind Cherry and trying to get a look at the doodles she was doing in the corner of her page instead of writing her paper. They seemed to be of a man and a woman leaning against each other, sitting down and enjoying each other’s company.

“Wow, those are pretty good, Cher,” Marcia marveled.

The drawings wouldn’t win any awards by a professional’s standards, but in Marcia’s eyes, they were stunning.

Cherry reddened a bit at the praise.

“Oh, they’re nothin.’ Just some more stuff from the movie scene I was taking about,” she said wistfully.

“What movie was it?” Marcia asked, curious now.

“Well that’s the thing, it showed randomly at The Nightly Double, and I was only there for maybe the last twenty minutes of the movie. I never got the name of it,” Cherry sighed. “Speaking of the drive-in, are you ready to go? One of my new friends is coming to meet us there.”

Marcia backed up from the desk, checking herself over in Cherry’s mirror before nodding.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” She processed what Cherry said for a moment before asking, “What friend is this? Is it someone I know?”

Cherry looked up as she grabbed her purse.

“Yeah, it’s that one greaser boy we met a few months ago. Ponyboy. He’s awful thoughtful, we understand each other,” Cherry said, walking towards the door. “I think you’d get along with him.”

Marcia just stared at Cherry.

“What about me screams ‘thoughtful?’” Marcia joked.

“I guess you’re right,” Cherry chuckled. “He’s a sweet kid though, and I think he’s bringing the dark haired kid, Johnny, with him. Be nice.”

Marcia smirked a bit at that.

“I make no promises, hon,” she joked, hooked her arm through Cherry’s as they walked out of the house to Cherry’s car.

When they were about halfway to the drive-in, Marcia remembered something about the names “Ponyboy” and “Johnny.” She’d heard them before.

Then she remembered the paper that had come out the day after she and Cherry had met those two greaser boys: “Hoods Stab Nice West-Side Boy and Make a Run for It.”

What the fuck.

“Aww, Cherry, are we meeting with the boys that nearly killed your ex-boyfriend?” Marcia said, looking at Cherry exasperatedly.

“Okay, well, yes, but it was self defense. Besides the, y’know, stabbing part, they’ve never done anything too bad. Rumbles and fights, sure, but so have our boys!”

Marcia just stared at her best friend.

“Yeah okay.”

She thought for a moment, remembering what their conversation had been about before the greaser boys.

“D’ya reckon they’ll show the film you saw that you can’t remember the name of?” Marcia asked absentmindedly.

Cherry thought for a moment. “Prolly not, but it’d be nice if they did. I’ll tell you if they do.”

They drove in silence for a minute before Cherry asked Marcia, “We stayin’ for both movies?”

“Hell yes we are.”